Alexander MacDonald, In Search of El Dorado: A Wanderer's Experiences
“ About midday we neared the end of the lake, and the channel beyond appeared a rippling, crackling flood of jagged ice-floes.We felt the suction of the current long before we had reached the limit of the ice-field. The sheets became thinner and broke away readily, so that the oars came again into play, and we crashed onward impetuously on the bosom of an irresistible stream. ”
